Monthly Archives: November 2015

It’s Thursday. I had a day of rest yesterday from writing but I’m back today with Friday Fictioneers. We make up stories of 100 words or so to a photo prompt. As you must know by now, we are hosted … Continue reading →

Drawbridges save lives, especially those of damsels in distress. Knights in shiny amours, princes, Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella do exist. They live in and amidst us every day. Look carefully and you will see them. I believe in fairy godmothers … Continue reading →

Sunday morning. I am baking baquettes and trying to write. I am distracted by dog hair on the floor, thoughts, feelings and excuses of all sorts. I would just like to sit here in the warmth of the morning sun … Continue reading →

It’s Wednesday, the start of another week of Friday Fictioneers. We are led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Our assignment is to tell a story of 100 words according to a photo prompt. Here’s my 100 words of … Continue reading →

Another sunrise, another dawn. The colours blossom across the sky. I am awed. I am elated. I am soothed. I am happy to be in this moment, on this earth. I watch the light and the shadow dance, complementing, enhancing … Continue reading →

It is another morning. Paris is a continent away but sorrow resides in the universe. How have we have come to this time when people knowingly open fire upon their fellow human beings? Surely they must know that they will … Continue reading →